is in this world of peace and quiet I find what I am.
This respect for what they did not create the man moves me and comforts me. Pedal
listening to the sound of gravel under the wheels of the bicycle,
is a noise that I open my heart because it reminds me of childhood, joy,
makes me forget the bad.
There are many things to see, to see if we were not always too busy
to demonstrate or to seek consensus, if we had the time. But there's no time
never or not we use for important things.
There is a swan sitting elegantly in front of the gate of a house, almost
to want to protect it from outsiders. Watch the world go by and not flustered
when a young woman stops to photograph. Is there any
optimistic fisherman, who is sitting for hours on the river bank waiting
one movement of the barrel.
making some healthy footing, some mom with the stroller, some old
on the bench to observe the life of Sile.
This place is for me a piece of paradise, a place inviolable, a diary
where everyone tacitly write their thoughts.
Here there is no arrogance, no races, nor appearance, nor be deceived.
Here is the slow flow of water and life, the daily traffic
feet and smiles. Here are the benches full of memories, tvb
and dedications of love. He stayed there all as thirty years ago and I, who are nostalgic
find here a refuge from all that I do not like and does not give me peace.
Pedal to the way back ... I hear the noise of the cars in the distance
become increasingly sharp.
There's something inside this place is and will remain as out ...
I love you.
